Sometimes you fly

The moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down.

I gave notice to my boss. I leave my current job the week of December 15th, right after inventory and right before the Christmas break.

Immediately after bravely tendering my resignation in writing (we discussed it verbally first, and the boss seems well pleased with my choice and how I am handling it), I went to print a final clean copy of my application for the Seattle Public Library.

pamc called her warning aright. They have a hiring freeze on, and don't even have the application available for download right now. I'm taking a lot of deep breaths.

I am in the right place, I believe that. I have savings, and I have worked in this place long enough. I need to move, and the best way to keep heading the right direction at this point is to burn this bridge. I am getting a glowing recommendation, and I can continue to apply for things from my family home until something works out. Something will work out.

I am more frightened than I have been in at least two years.

I feel really really alive today.

Smaller news

Let's see. The sore throat I complained about on the 20th of September laid me out from two days of work the following week. I've now been feeling chipper as anything for a full week, but I can't stop coughing. It's driving my coworkers crazy.

My company passed its ISO audit with flying colours, and my department was one of the focus areas. Feather in my cap: I got my area looking so good that Boss asked me if we could hold the purchasing assessment in my corner. Insert tiny victory dance here.

I'm eating Cougar Gold cheese, which is light yellow/off-white, very sharp, and makes the tops of my cheeks flush hot, which is a side effect of good cheese that I've never really understood. I don't know enough about cheeses to know what kind Cougar Gold actually is, but the WSU dairy makes it, and wow, it's tasty.

The new Lord of the Rings trailer made me cry, which I expected, but only at the Merry and Pippin bits, which I didn't expect at all. I only cry for characters I identify with, and I've almost always ignored Merry and Pippin. I guess I do feel like a very small soldier in a very large army right now, and that army is LOOKING FOR WORK!

Since I haven't posted in two weeks, my brain is crowded with small and inconsequential thoughts. Some of them, like the cheese and the trailer, may spill out here with more regularity. Or they may not.

Thanks to pamc for my shiny kinda-like-new HEPA filter.

Halloween plans

When the raven calls your name
and the barn owl starts to flight,
we'll trade faces with the shadows
and change voices with the night.

Jason Webley is dying again November 1st. Anyone in the Seattle range with a taste for performance art and/or accordian should be there. Previous deaths have involved burning all of his clothes, sailing off in a Stygian boat, being tied to a tree all night in the freezing cold, full suspension from two lines under his arms, and the burning of various giant effigies including a Horned King.

He'll be back in the spring. He always is. But I'm always a little nervous that he'll decide to stop without telling us, which is the point. It's not a proper rebirth if you didn't really think it was over.

I will be in Seattle from the evening of 10/30 to the morning of 11/3, make your reservations in advance. I'm booked for the concert Saturday night (though I'll meet as many people as want to attend), and intend to spend some serious quality time with mortalcity. I am otherwise unscheduled as of yet.